An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe
It became known to the Santamos Island authorities that certain of their guests were using boaters from the marina to take them out for a last ride. But it was deemed unwise to discourage them from taking passengers out for what was to be a final plunge rather than forcing them to use the tidal stakes or a simple beach staking-out.
Santamos Island chose financial gain by contracting out a couple of charter boats. Rather than limiting a tourist’s bubbly end to the tidal stakes, this offered the potential of a variety of drowning alternatives. Now guests could be taken out of the marina into open ocean on a one-way trip so long as the proper paperwork had been filed.
So as not to over-regulate the issue, the method of disposition was left to the individual. Creativity was not actively discouraged, so long as the boat captains approved of the method requested by the tourist. Thus, a couple of scuba divers were kept on hand for the express purpose of helping to drown their clients during a particular dive should their services be required.
These are two of their stories…
1
Elizabeth Mannerly found herself getting deeper and deeper into debt. Worse, she had not found a man to marry who would help pay off her liabilities. The older she got, the pickier she became, and the more unlikely it would be to snag the man of her dreams: one who was 6’3”, had six-pack abs, earned a six figure income above 500k, and had more than six inches down below.
In desperation, she sold off her possessions and paid off what debts she could. Then she bought a life insurance policy that she hoped would cover the rest. Her plan was to arrange an accidental drowning.
She was unsure how to embark on such a venture until she read that Santamos Island had added a drowning feature to their list of methods clients could use to end themselves. An “accidental drowning” off a boat looked like it would be ideal. So she scraped up what money she had left and flew to the island.
When she arrived, she contacted the authorities and was directed to the hotel concierge. All that was needed on her part was a signature. No questions would be asked. Elizabeth Mannerly promptly signed on the dotted line.
She was given a ride down to the marina where she was introduced to Don Dapperlee. He owned a small boat moored to the dock. She explained she wanted to be taken out to drown.
He asked what her conditions were. She thought it would be lovely to end up on the ocean floor where the fish would feed on her body. He said that could be arranged.
She paid the fee, which turned out to be the last of her cash. Then they motored out. She kept to herself in the back of the boat as Don motored her out to a spot he thought she would enjoy.
He reached a point where he dropped anchor. Then he asked for more details. That’s when she noticed his scuba gear.
“Could you get me down to the ocean floor with that?” she asked.
He said it would be unwise without becoming scuba certified. There would be inherent dangers. She just smiled at the irony of his words.
“Just get me down long enough to enjoy the bottom,” she told him. “I want to be able to get a few breaths of air. Then I won’t need you or your scuba services anymore.” He said that he understood and that he believed he could accommodate her wishes.
He asked her no questions as he suited up. There was no point in trying to talk the client out of a particular course of action. After all, she’d paid to be brought out and drowned. It was best not to get involved in their affairs.
As he finished gearing up in his suit and scuba, Elizabeth stripped down to her dark blue thong underwear. Upon noticing him staring, she smiled appreciatively. It had been awhile since a male had ogled her that way.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she purred seductively.
“I don’t mind,” he replied with a smile. “I am here to grant your request in any manner you wish.”
“Good. I always did like to swim topless back home. Just dispose of my clothes when you get back to the marina.” He nodded that he understood.
He provided her with a dive mask. Then he spent a few minutes training her how to breathe from a regulator. She was a quick learner.
Where he dropped anchor gave them ample light at the bottom of the ocean. It was not too deep, allowing him to return to the surface without pushing too many safety limits. When he asked if this place would suit her needs, she replied by going over the side in her dive mask and blue thong.
He went over with her and joined her in the water. They spent a few more minutes at the surface until she was comfortable using the regulator. Then she told him she was ready.
He asked what she wanted him to do once she reached the bottom. She told him she would need him to help hold her down once she was committed. She said she was more than willing, but that her body might try to override her decision.
He asked if she wanted the regulator on her way down. She told him no. She said she would only need a few hits of breath on the bottom until she was ready to drown.
They slowly made their way down to the ocean floor. He kept admiring her beauty and her full breasts. He couldn’t help wondering what had brought her out here to drown. But again, he decided it was probably best not to know those details.
They reached the bottom where she motioned for a breath from his regulator. He removed it from his mouth, giving her all the air she needed. But she returned it after fifteen seconds. After all, this wasn’t a vacation, and she wasn’t planning on taking up any more of his time than was absolutely necessary.
She motioned… “Can I swim around and have a look?” He motioned back that it was all right with him. So she looked around, admiring what she saw on the ocean floor.
She was suddenly struck by a wave of hesitation. She could feel her resolve faltering. It was best to get this thing over with before she changed her mind. Besides, she didn’t have any money left, as she’d given Don the last of her cash when she’d boarded his boat.
She motioned him over, indicating it was time. Then she tapped her lips, indicating she wanted one last breath. He moved close, removed the regulator from his mouth and gave it to her.
She breathed deeply from his regulator, getting all the air she needed. Then she gave it back to him. That’s when she slowly removed her dive mask and allowed it to drift to the ocean floor.
She turned around until her back was to him. She did not see him put the reg back between his lips. So long as he could breathe, what did it matter?
Instinctively, she held her breath as she heard him breathe from his scuba tank. She idly wondered what drowning was going to feel like. She figured she would know in another minute or two, depending on how long it took.
She felt him grasp her neck and shoulders. She reached up with her hands and tapped him reassuringly. This was exactly what she wanted him to do in case her body decided to panic and rebel.
The strain grew stronger within her chest as she closed her eyes. Then her lungs started to heave. It wouldn’t be much longer now.
She tried to remain perfectly calm. But her body began to react by wriggling and struggling a little. So she reached up to make sure he had a good grasp upon her neck and shoulders, tapping his hands reassuringly.
The strain in her lungs intensified. She felt like she wanted to go back to the surface. But he firmly pushed down on her, keeping her submerged in the depths.
She tried not to resist, tried not to put up a struggle. But her body wanted air. Only she’d already indicated this was it.
Oddly, she was incredibly aroused as her chest heaved, her stomach rippling. She tried to remain calm. But her body desperately wanted to breathe.
Her lungs heaved ominously in her chest. Her hands instinctively shot up, clawing for his regulator between his lips. But oddly, it wasn’t there. He’d popped it out of his mouth to instinctively hold his breath with her during her final moments.
Her lungs heaved again. That’s when she really panicked, clawing at his hands holding her down. He just gripped her tighter until her lungs gave out.
She suddenly spewed her breath away. That’s when she began hitching and gurgling. Elizabeth promptly gulped water down her throat and into her lungs.
At that moment, she felt it explode in her crotch. She bucked and shuddered as she climaxed while coughing up air and water. Gawd; her nipples felt painfully hard upon her chest!
She inhaled painfully, causing her to shudder again from another orgasm. She finally stopped struggling against him as her arms relaxed. It hurt like hell, yet she felt pleasure exploding outwardly from her crotch.
Through the pain, she realized she had accomplished her objective. He would leave her on the bottom as per her instructions. Hopefully, this would help pay off her remaining debts. Then her consciousness ebbed away into nothingness.
He continued holding her down as her hair swirled about her head. She hitched and trembled as stray muscles fired. Then he let her go.
Stray bubbles dribbled out past her parted lips. He watched her body descend toward the floor of the ocean. Then he corralled his regulator and breathed from his scuba tank.
He located her dive mask and gathered it up. He watched as she lay serene upon the ocean floor, her eyes staring into space as stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. Then he bid her goodbye before heading back to the surface.
3/25/25 Inspired by Alasker’s AI creation.
2
Rusty Rumain walked up to the boat and saw him crouching in it near the stern in a pair of nerdy trunks and a navy-blue shirt. He was fiddling with some scuba gear. He appeared to be looking it over, testing it or something.
“You wouldn’t by any chance happen to be Don Dapperlee, would you?”
He looked up at the voice and saw her standing there. She was a fiery redhead in a skimpy, orange bikini. She had a white purse in her hands.
“Who wants to know?” he called out to her.
In response, she opened her purse and pulled out a paper before offering it to him. He stood up and came over to the side of the boat, taking it from her. Then he read its contents as she told him, “The hotel concierge referred me to you.”
He finished skimming it before handing it back. “I take it you want me to drown you?”
“Is your boat available?” Then she handed over her purse.
Curious, he took it and opened it up. When he saw all the cash inside, he gave it back to her. “Yes, ma’am. I’m available if you need my services.”
“May I come aboard?”
He went to the little gate on his boat and opened it up. She stepped aboard from the dock. The boat was just big enough that it hardly rocked at her presence.
He admired her lean body. Then he blinked his eyes and shook his head at the skimpy bikini. He was here to do a job, not have sex with the client.
She sat down near the back of the boat. Then she caressed the nearby scuba tank before asking. “Does this thing work?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I want something special, and I’m willing to pay for it. I’ll give you everything I’ve got in my purse.”
“You look like you have quite a bit in your purse, ma’am.”
She gave him a wry smile as she told him, “I won’t need it where I’m going; isn’t that right?”
He smiled back as he replied, “That’s correct, ma’am; not where I would be taking you.”
“Can you give me exactly what I want?”
“Now I don’t know about that, ma’am. What, exactly, do you want?”
“I want more than just a simple drowning experience. You see, when I was almost twenty years old I had a boyfriend who wrestled with me in our backyard pool. He really got carried away, and I ended up swallowing water. He finally had to fish me out of the pool and give me mouth-to-mouth.”
Don became confused. “You want mouth-to-mouth, ma’am?”
This frustrated Rusty a little. “No, damnit! I want you to drown me. But I want you to do it the way he did it… only better. You see, I had an orgasm while I was swallowing water, one of the most intense of my life. But I’ve never been able to replicate that experience. Guys have stopped just shy of drowning me, although one guy did make me cum while choking me as we were fucking.”
Don thoughtfully rubbed his chin. “So let me get this straight. You want me to make you cum while I’m drowning you?”
“That’s what I’m paying you for. I’ve gotten to the point where my body just won’t cum any other way. And it’s damned frustrating. So I’ve decided to go all out. I’ve learned how to scuba, and I can breathe from a regulator during a struggle underwater. So I want the full experience of fighting for my life until I cum as I drown.”
Don felt a bulge develop in his trunks. He fidgeted a little, causing her to look down at his crotch and smile. Then she added, “I’ll even make it worth your while.”
“How’s that?” he wanted to know.
“As I’m going, or after I’m gone, I want you to go right ahead and enjoy my body. Touch me; rub me; fuck me – anything you want. Just make sure I cum is all.”
“That’s a pretty tall order, ma’am. I don’t know whether or not I can promise that.”
She looked at him and smiled. “You ever drown anyone before?”
“I did one just the other day,” he replied. “I held her down at the bottom of the ocean until her lungs flooded.” He motioned at the vast expanse of water as he added, “She’s still out there somewhere, serving as fish food.”
Rusty inhaled sharply as a surge of erotic tingles hit her hard. “She’s really out there? Right now, even as we speak?” Don simply nodded.
She smiled warmly at him. “I think you’ll do just fine, Don. Can we go now?”
“Yes, ma’am.” And with that, he unhooked his boat from the dock, retrieving the mooring lines before starting up the engine and pulling away.
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They motored out to a private cove a few miles from the marina. She told him she didn’t really need any deep water. Twenty or thirty feet ought to just about do it. She simply wanted him to pull her down below the surface and drown her on the bottom before having his way with her body.
Ultimately, Rusty didn’t give him very many details to work with. She wanted to give him as much leeway as possible. All she really wanted was an erotic struggle for her life that would end in failure and an orgasmic drowning.
When he asked about the aftermath, she reiterated her desire for him to enjoy her body. She said the idea of him fucking her during or after her drowning was a real turn-on. And since she had paperwork from the hotel concierge, she wasn’t supposed to return to the marina anyway.
Don told her he’d do his very best, although he couldn’t promise anything. She told him that was all right. He was authorized to keep her purse and all the contents. Besides, she had a feeling she could trust him to give her the drowning she craved.
When the boat was halted and the anchor tossed, Rusty walked over and climbed up onto the rail of his boat. “See you on the bottom, stud.” Then she dove into the water.
Don shrugged his shoulders. He was determined to do his best to help the crazy redhead. So he went over and geared up while remaining in his shirt and trunks.
He made sure his scuba tank and regulator were functioning properly. She said she’d probably try to use the reg a time or two before he finished her off. But he noted she didn’t seem to want to try it out first to see if she could breathe from it.
He went over to the side of the boat and looked down into the water. She was down near the ocean floor, a good twenty or thirty feet down. For the moment, she seemed perfectly happy with their present location.
He watched her come back up until she surfaced. She looked incredibly sexy in that skimpy orange bikini of hers. That’s when he felt his cock stiffen in his trunks.
She didn’t even look toward him or the boat. She simply took a deep breath before jackknifing downward. Then he saw her head for the bottom again.
Don liked her. He was certainly turned on at the idea of drowning her. And he was looking forward to using her body afterwards.
She was giving him a lot to work with. So he decided he was going to do his best to give her everything she wanted. And he was certainly going to take her up on her offer to use her body afterwards. Besides, he was going to need a release after she drowned.
He finished checking his gear. With his dive mask on his face, he sat on the rail before going over backward into the water. But he went over on the opposite side of the boat away from prying eyes. He was going to do his best to catch her unawares.
He got a view of her enjoying herself down on the bottom of the ocean. He figured it was just about the right amount of depth to work with. It allowed her plenty of room to swim down and back, while giving him more than enough water to carry out his assignment.
He headed down toward the ocean floor away from her, trying to keep out of sight. She looked like she was not paying any attention at all as to his whereabouts. He assumed that meant she wanted him to catch her completely by surprise.
He reached the bottom and ducked behind a formation, trying to make sure she didn’t notice his location from his bubbly exhalations. He watched as she headed for the surface. Her back was to him when he made his move.
She was at the surface treading water when he grabbed her ankle and jerked her under. She burbled in surprise as he pulled her downward. He was a little surprised over how much she kicked.
She dislodged him and shot back up to the surface. He shot up after her. She had just popped her head up for a quick breath when he wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her back down.
She twisted and bubbled in his grasp. He had to work to hold onto her. Had she changed her mind? Or did she simply want to get into the spirit of things?
She had a legally signed consent form from the hotel concierge in her purse. So her life was in his hands. Besides, his cock was hard as a rock in his trunks.
They twisted, rolled and bubbled about halfway down. She’d obviously struggled in the water before with others. Don had to work to keep her in his grasp.
She slipped away and shot up to the surface again. He kicked hard after her. She was barely up at the surface for another quick breath when he pulled her back down.
This time, he pushed her downward. He was going to get her to the bottom one way or another. No more breaths of air up at the surface.
She tried to break away again. He grasped onto her and pulled her to his chest. His hard cock pressed up against her crotch. He did not fail to notice her humping him for a few moments.
She suddenly snatched the reg out of his mouth. She exhaled through it before taking a breath. He was impressed at her abilities.
He did not fight for the regulator at first. Instead, he took her deeper into the water. They got down near the ocean floor before she realized she was trading air for depth, something that would become an issue if she lost the reg and needed to reach the surface.
He snatched the regulator away from her, exhaling into it before breathing from it. She tried to grab it back, but he brushed her hands away. Then he turned her around, figuring he could control her better from behind.
His erection pressed against her ass as she struggled in his grasp. A moment later he popped the strings to her bikini top. It came away as she twisted and bubbled.
She jerked out of his grasp again. But Don was unclear if he’d actually allowed her to get loose or whether she’d simply worked herself free. She headed for the surface again, only for him to grab an ankle and reel her back in before she could get there.
She bubbled as she cried out again. She successfully snatched the reg out of his mouth and slammed it between her lips. She cleared it quickly before taking a deep breath.
She twisted until he got a hand in her crotch. He groped her boobs before pulling on the regulator. He finally jerked it out of her mouth, crammed it between his lips, and breathed from it again after clearing it.
Rusty shook her head, crying out and bubbling as she fought against him. But it looked like she was tiring, and he was really getting aroused. She tried for his reg again, but he pulled it out of his mouth and cast it away so she couldn’t get to it.
She bubbled in horror as she reached out for it. He spun her around before forcing her down toward the sandy soil. She was almost flat on her back when she suddenly glubbed and inhaled.
Rusty immediately went into spasms as she began hitching and gurgling. There was a look of erotic surprise in her features. Her nipples were quite hard as she spasmed and convulsed.
Don wasted no time pulling her bottoms down. There was a discharge emanating from her slit as she involuntarily humped. That’s when he pulled his trunks down before sliding between her legs and entering her.
She looked at him without really seeing him as he corralled his reg and stuck it between his lips. He breathed deeply as he fucked her. She hitched and gurgled as he thrust in and out. Then he pushed down on her stomach, forcing out the rest of the air in her lungs.
Rusty kept hitching and convulsing. Her mouth gaped open as though she was trying to breathe. But the look on her face indicated pleasure in the midst of pain.
Don felt her clenching around his thrusting shaft. He was surprised the way he came so fast. It seemed to register on her face, as though she’d just felt him pump a load inside her.
Don caressed her mounds as he thrust nice and slow in and out of her. She quivered and trembled as stray bubbles slipped out through her parted lips. He pushed down into her stomach again, forcing out a few more bubbles. That’s when he thought he felt her clenching around his shaft inside her.
He breathed deeply, moaning as he fucked her harder. She stared with that same expression of erotic surprise. Damn! It felt so good that he was going to cum again!
He thrust hard and fast in and out of her. Her body quivered, her pussy clenching yet again as though trying to milk another one out of him. Then he shot a lesser load into her as two stray bubbles fled her flooded lungs to swirl out of her mouth.
He slowly pulled out of her. Then he removed his reg before kissing and sucking on her nipples. Lastly, he gently kissed her lips, thanking her for the entertainment. He could only hope he’d given her exactly what she’d wanted as he pulled his trunks back up before collecting her bikini pieces and then leaving her there.
3/25/25 Inspired by Alasker’s AI creation.